Technically, you knew this day would come, because you’d done the same thing to your predecessor. A strange man in a mask offers you the control you deserve and the cost is just murdering a few people? That’s easy. You’ll wipe them clean without even needing to sweat. And you did. You’ve had this power your whole life, and in Kenos, it lets you turn a Shard crystal clear as you remove every trace of what makes the soul a person. You’d controlled Draumahol for twenty years now. So, how did some asshole that’s only been here a few months manage to get the best of you?
That’s what you wonder as you wait in the darkness.
But eventually (predictably), you return to the light. And naturally, the first thing the other bastard does is Commune with you. So, you let him in. Let him think he’s won. He’s an arrogant son of a bitch, and you’ll wipe his Shard clean too.
In the vague “space” of Communion, you stand before Aetós, still paranoid and masked as ever. He’s the one to speak first.
“You know the rules, Birdie. You shouldn’t have gotten greedy. You got soft.” It’s infuriating, but you keep your temper in check. “But you did good work for all those years. Your mélange did wonders for my research. It felt worthy of a thank you. You know too that the next is simply better to make sure the process is survived.”
With your power, you try and strike out. You dig in proverbial claws into his mind to try and tear it to shreds. You feel your powers find purchase and start to work, but Aetós just laughs.
“Bold to the end. Ah, well. It’s why I liked you. It’s why you’ll be an excellent base for the Aeternae.”
Terrifyingly, like oil in water, you feel as your power just… slides off. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. And, for a moment, with your power that allows you to truly feel the shape of the soul, you do. It’s ancient. It’s vast. And, the moment before Aetós cuts off the Communion, you can hear them.
Within that one soul, there’s a sea of smaller husks. The burnt-out corpses of what made that single one come to be.
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That’s what you wonder as you wait in the darkness.
But eventually (predictably), you return to the light. And naturally, the first thing the other bastard does is Commune with you. So, you let him in. Let him think he’s won. He’s an arrogant son of a bitch, and you’ll wipe his Shard clean too.
In the vague “space” of Communion, you stand before Aetós, still paranoid and masked as ever. He’s the one to speak first.
“You know the rules, Birdie. You shouldn’t have gotten greedy. You got soft.” It’s infuriating, but you keep your temper in check. “But you did good work for all those years. Your mélange did wonders for my research. It felt worthy of a thank you. You know too that the next is simply better to make sure the process is survived.”
With your power, you try and strike out. You dig in proverbial claws into his mind to try and tear it to shreds. You feel your powers find purchase and start to work, but Aetós just laughs.
“Bold to the end. Ah, well. It’s why I liked you. It’s why you’ll be an excellent base for the Aeternae.”
Terrifyingly, like oil in water, you feel as your power just… slides off. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before. And, for a moment, with your power that allows you to truly feel the shape of the soul, you do. It’s ancient. It’s vast. And, the moment before Aetós cuts off the Communion, you can hear them.
Within that one soul, there’s a sea of smaller husks. The burnt-out corpses of what made that single one come to be.
Just what is he?